Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Franke,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.